Bratayley Christmas Novels & Stories

Not that the words are hitting home for me this Christmas, the song has lost a bit of it's appeal. Santa Clause is Coming to Town and I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause later and I have my gifts wrapped and near the tree, since there are way too many to fit under there, I stand up and stretch. Wyatt has two more gifts to wrap, so I ask, “Want me to finish those and you can bring in your gifts?”

“You should have gone for the vacation though. Christmas is always fun, with or without you.“ Rita replied as they all joined in decorating the trees. Xavier was in charge of fixing the string lights around the house as Rita baked cookies for them all. *** Mr. Anderson had called all of the kids, including Xavier for their Christmas presents. Isabella was the first to receive hers—a pink dress and a matching bow with a large teddy bear almost twice her size. She screamed aloud in excitement as she tore her package open. Bryan was the next. Xavier marveled at the spotless puppy he took out from his gift box. He thanked his father as the pup wiggled its tail at Xavier, who admired its cuteness

I normally don’t get Christmas presents so I am excited to see what I got. "Who's gonna go first?" Austin asks, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Layla always goes first," I reply, knowing it's our little tradition. "Alright then, Layla, you're up!" Austin declares excitedly, gesturing towards the pile of presents. Layla's face lights up with excitement as she eagerly reaches for her gifts, untying the ribbons. With a gasp of delight, she unveils a mini drawing tablet, her eyes widening in surprise. "Bell, how did you know? I love it. Thank you so much, Bell," she exclaims, her voice brimming with gratitude.

Ryan sighed and then said in a playful threat, “I am warning you wife! Don’t even think of sleeping early tonight! I would like to eat you up garnished in that lingerie for dinner! Do you understand?” Olivia laughed loudly and then catching her breathe she said, “Your wish is my command my king! Now I have something to tell you!” “Hmm..make it quick wife. I am sorry but I have to get back to the meeting! And by the way, next month Mr Donovan is expecting a visit from Mr and Mrs Bradley!” Ryan informed proudly. His chest still expands whenever he gets the scope to address or refer Olivia as Mrs Ryan Bradley! “Ok. I will tell you really quick! I have received a letter from Santa and of course,

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

Samantha’s POV: When I drove to work at Leclair & Co, I spotted Mr. Jones, who saw me and smiled, waving his hands as I drove past him to park my car. After I turned off the engine, I got out of the car and walked over to greet him. “Miss Taylor, Merry Christmas! You look brighter today. I heard you didn’t come to work on Christmas Day and were absent. I’m guessing you went on holiday?” I smiled at him, recalling the conversation we had before Christmas, his words echoing in my mind.

Warm air spills over us. Home. I crack one eye open as we move through the house. Whatever ridiculous candle Leo keeps buying that makes the entire place smell vaguely like a woodland deity lives here. Jax appears beside us, practically bouncing as he walks backwards down the hallway. He looks like a Labrador who has been entrusted with a very important mission. His grin is enormous. His hair is a disaster. His excitement radiates from him in visible waves. "Wait till you see it." "See what?" I mumble.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

[Kitchen] The trampoline is full of mobsters again. No one wants to miss a moment of the sightseeing. The important men who're pouring into the compound every minute are much, and Adeline is busy feeding her eyes. She hasn't seen anyone of them before,.. The Bratva is really large, or maybe she's not really staring at the men. Maybe she's staring at the one whose tousled hair covered his right eye... The one who's wearing a sleek suit, the tallest one, the one with the most attractive accent... The youngest and the most handsome.